The Worst Gig Ever

And then, through cowardice or courage, I decided enough was enough. Pay or no, it was time for this adventure to end. I closed the lid, picked up my briefcase full o’ blues, and made for the elevator. Just as the doors were closing, Son shoved through a handful of cash along with a hearty “Thanks a lot!”
Half of what I was owed but twice what I deserved. – Chris Breen